I put myself together
And I didn't fall apart
In fact, I'm more intact than ever
With self hate and doubt departed
I have made myself a man
I really had no choice
So long I lacked an understanding
But now I found my voice
I've extinguished all my hate
But I've kept my love to give
I've erased my messy slate
And I found the love to live
I'll live for all the joys of life
And I'll live for all the pain
I will live to bring the world delight
While she forgets my name.
© 2008 Choronzon
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